A/N: YAY! This is my first GG fic ever, and I have yet to see the Whole series so some characters may be a little…off. I've never written like this before, it's very repetitive and I don't know if it's going to work out, I hope so!

Summery: this is about Jess, and his mommy dying, sad, I know. This is mostly going to be a Jess/Luke fanfic, it may or may not be slash, I haven't decided! If you want it, let me know.

Disclaimer: I don't own this show, I don't know who does, I do own mystery girl though…that's all.

Jess's thoughts, and one flashback.

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Jess was pissed, no, he was beyond pissed, he was fuming. With every cup of coffee he pored and every egg he turned over he continued to get angrier and angrier.

"Wait, you can't leave" Jess shouted as Luke made his way out the door. "I can't manage the diner alone, you don't trust me, remember?"

"Well I am for the day, Lorili needs me for…something." With that he shut the door in Jess' face.

It was 3:22 and Luke had yet to return, and Jess was two more coffee spills away from burning the damn dinner down and running the stupid door bell thing over with his car.

A CLANK!...followed by: "Oops…" for the third time that day caused Jess to physically growl, and with that he pulled himself onto the counter, his head nearly touching the ceiling and yelled.

"If Anyone else Drops a cup of coffee I will take All your damn Cups and proceed to Pour coffee Down your Throats!" Jess, by the end of his speech was panting and drooling a bit, but was very pleased to report that three people then asked for the bill and left accordingly.

Jess was just ringing up a very upset women when the phone rang.

"Uhg!" Was the first thing out of Jess's mouth as he picked up the phone, followed by a frustrated, "What?"

The conversation went as followed:

"What?…" Annoyed, wipes down counter with rag.

"Yes, this is Jess…" Slight concern, sets down his rag.

"Yeah, she's my mom…" Worry, wipes at his nose with his sleeve.

"A car…" A whisper, eyebrows bunch, eyes shine.

"Is she…?" Voice shaken, fingers shaking.

"…" Phone falls to the floor; boy falls to his knees, the world falls around him.

Jess couldn't breath, he couldn't get air into him, mom …she left me…and now she…she's…

"Mom…" He whispered to himself. No, she can't be, she…she can't…

"Jess, what are you-" A faceless women began to ask.

I have to run.

He got up and ran for the stairs, half on his feet half on his hands, only he didn't make it, his foot missed it's footing, and he fell down, down, down. And he couldn't get up, nothing was broken from the fall, because he already was.

"Everybody out!" A mystery girl's voice yells.

"Because I said so!" She pushes them out, and closes the door, and turns the sign over. They are closed, no more people, no more food, no more dad, no more mom, just nothing, nothing, nothing at all.

"Jess…" The mystery girl asks the fallen boy clumped at the bottom of the stairs.

"Go away!" The boy clump yells, pushing at her hands as they try and help him up. GO AWAY, DON'T TOUCH ME.

Mystery girl pulls at him harder, into her arms, she holds him, and he pulls, she holds him, and he shakes, she holds him, and he begs, she holds him, and he cries.

He cries like a boy who just lost his mother is supposed to cry, even when the mother left him, he cries the way a boy would if the last thing he said to her was 'whatever', he cries like a boy who's father left him, who's mother was dead, he cries like a boy that no one cared about, that no one…loved.

He curled in this crying, curling against her, trying to curl into her, he pulled her as close as he could, burring himself into her breasts. She smelled like wet paint.

The world, at 3:41 stood silent around them, all the air would carry seemed to be the sound a boy made, when he had nothing left in the world, that horrible sound that could make even the flowers weep.

Jess cried in hiccupped sobs, the kind that stops you from breathing, the kind that makes your body convulse painfully every time, the kind that makes your throat feel like it's bleeding and your eyes feel like there going to burn.

"I have you baby, I have you." Mystery girl cooed, she said nothing of it 'going to be okay' nor 'it's all right to cry' nor a 'don't cry'. She let Jess do as he wanted, if he wanted to cry, she would hold him, if he wanted to run, she would let him, if he wanted to be numb, she would sing to him.

Jess gripped at her arms that held him so hard he was making bruises, but she said nothing, when she spread her legs because Jess was on her ankle, Jess crawled into the gap.

Jess didn't care who this girl was, he couldn't care, not now.

Jess paid no mind when his guts started to hurt, but mystery girl did, and she slowly began to try and pull the orphan boy up stairs.

Jess didn't understand, Jess didn't want to move, he wanted to say where he was and cry and never stop.

"Come one baby, we have to go up." She pulled and cooed, she couldn't get him up all by herself.

Jess tried to calm himself down a bit, and was terrified when he realized, he couldn't, he couldn't stop crying, he couldn't stop.

When Jess felt his knees hit hard floor he opened one eye.

Bathroom.

Before Jess could once again try and calm himself down he felt his guts twist, violently, and he could taste vomit crawling up his throat.

Jess felt the girl pivot his body in front of the toilet just as a string of vomit fell out of his mouth.

Jess continued to gag and vomit.

"Please…(hiccup)… make it…(gag)… stop…" He begged.

"It will baby, it will, just let it come." Mystery girl rubbed his back.

Jess had never hurt so much in his life, his guts, his throat, his head, himself. Looking at his puke move around in the toilet in front of him was making him dizzy. His vision seemed to tune in and out, from black to vomit then back to black again. Jess wasn't sure how much longer he could stay upright at this rate. His arms were shaking and all his strength was draining out of him with every wretch he made.

As his body began to teeter to a side Mystery girl hauled him back up over the toilet, she was literally holding Jess upright. The boy simply had no strength left in him.

Jess's gags soon turned into just gags, nothing was left in him, if it wasn't a gag it was a hiccup. Jess's body seemed to want everything out and nothing new in, not air, not light, not life, it wanted to be empty.

When the toilet suddenly flushed before him, he fell, sliding off the seat and onto the floor, had soft arms not caught him. His body gave way to exhaustion and nausea; he was unable to move, unable to breathe, so he stopped trying.

"There you go, all done." Mystery girl laid his head on her lap and ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair.

Jess tried to open his eyes, to get a glimpse of this girl that held him, carried him, and spoke sweet words to him before he was taken over by tunnel vision, but all he could see before the world turned black around him was a shimmer of blond hair, then it all faded to black.

At 4:36 the entire world was silent.

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NO MORE MYSTERY GIRL! Ok, so don't worry, I only needed her for this, nothing else, I hate made up characters, I just needed a neutral is all, and now she's gone, so don't fret.

REVIEW! Or I wont continue, and as far as I can tell I'm the only one doing a Jess's mom's dead fic, I don't get why…it's a good plot, anyways, I know you guys want some, so I made one, and if you don't REVIEW, I will stop. And thanks for reading!